For my Daughters
I am a tiny dancer, swirling to my own beat
I watch them . . . they are just like me . . .
My flesh, my blood, my breath
My tears, my laughter, my pain . . . my joy and my sorrow
If you hurt them, I might kill you
Unless it kills me first
They are my life . . . my love . . . my reason . . . my only universe
Together we dance and swirl on the hard wood floor
Swaying to the music like fools
Breaking all and any rules
Flying free . . . they are always
Part of me
My girls with their little curls and their giggles
Wiping off their crayon swiggles from the tables throughout the house
Picnics on the covers so rarely shared by anyone else
They are my sunshine and my rain
My only true loves . . .
And someday my lovelies . . . I too will watch you fly high like doves
Flying free . . . soaring . . . exploring . . . discovering . . . and loving like you will never, ever get hurt.